He squinted at the vault uniform and couldn’t make out the ridiculously huge shapes that defined her walk. He must’ve been drunk, which hadn’t happened in a while, and followed her steps while the two girls made it to the other side of the room. Amata looked nervous and Jo just smiled at her, taking her hand and squeezing it, trying to tug her to the center. But the girl wouldn’t budge. So Jo just hung by herself while Amata, with a flushed face, rushed off to the bathroom with one excuse or another.
He drank right out of the fifth he put away in his jacket and waltzed right up to her, knowing that no one was watching. Before he could stop himself he had his hands on her chest, fingers curling around the empty space he just knew where her amazing rack used to be. He groped and felt her up but he didn’t catch wind of anything and for the briefest of moments he wondered if he’d just imagined it all.
“They’re taped down.” She took her hands off him and put them to his sides.
“Why’d you wanna do that? They’re awesome.” Oh yeah, he was out of it alright. Awesome? The hell was he thinking?
“They get in the way.” She glanced over his shoulder.
The action frustrated him to no end and he gave in to the very thoughts he wanted to keep to himself. “Look at me, will ya? The hell is wrong with me? You never give me a second glance. What the fuck do I gotta do to get you to give me the look you shoot at everyone else? Start stealing sweetrolls again? Harassing the Overseer’s daughter? Tell me and I’ll do it. Because there’s nothin’ I can’t stand more than having you see right through me and fucking pretend I’m a piece of shit.”
That caught her attention. The others couldn’t hear him because of the music but she sure did, probably because he was about two inches away from her. He wanted nothing more than to cut her off in what she said next by mashing his mouth on hers and sticking his tongue down her throat just to see how it’d taste. But she muttered something or another and led him away from the small crowd and the few chaperones that lingered outside the doors, out the other door where no one could see them.
“Are you drunk?” She asked him. For the first time in years he saw the concern he’d been striving for and something in him snapped.
He reached for her and kissed her so hard he wanted her daddy to feel it all the way in his office. Their teeth clicked from the sloppiness on his end but he didn’t give two shits. Not when he smelled her all around him like he did back when he sat behind her all those years ago and when he finally got to bury his nose in her neck and put his mouth on her, lapping at the sweat that already beaded up near the junction of her jaw and ear. He nudged his knee between her legs and grinded hard against the sweet mound that rested there, pinning her against the wall with both hands splayed above her head so that she was caged and all his, finally, lips entangled with his and so close she could taste the liquor he downed on an empty stomach just to get the courage to come to this shitty party knowing she’d be here.
But it didn’t go the way he wanted. There were no soft moans against the shell of his ear or hot breath tickling his chin. No strong grips on the collar of his jacket while she pulled him closer and bucked her hips against him in the way he thought about every damned night when he touched himself just to get to sleep. No whispers of his name. No tanned skin busting out of her jumpsuit that he could finally have a taste of, and no encouragement at all from her end.
She went limp. Like a noodle. Didn’t even struggle and hey, he wasn’t into it. No matter how much he kissed and egged her on she didn’t respond. Just turned her head to the side and let him, squeezing her eyes shut and waiting for him to finish. He couldn’t. Not like that, not when it looked like it made her sick and that this was just another way for her to ignore him when he gave her all the signs she needed to move forward.
Re: FLW/Butch - Complex - [9/?]
He drank right out of the fifth he put away in his jacket and waltzed right up to her, knowing that no one was watching. Before he could stop himself he had his hands on her chest, fingers curling around the empty space he just knew where her amazing rack used to be. He groped and felt her up but he didn’t catch wind of anything and for the briefest of moments he wondered if he’d just imagined it all.
“They’re taped down.” She took her hands off him and put them to his sides.
“Why’d you wanna do that? They’re awesome.” Oh yeah, he was out of it alright. Awesome? The hell was he thinking?
“They get in the way.” She glanced over his shoulder.
The action frustrated him to no end and he gave in to the very thoughts he wanted to keep to himself. “Look at me, will ya? The hell is wrong with me? You never give me a second glance. What the fuck do I gotta do to get you to give me the look you shoot at everyone else? Start stealing sweetrolls again? Harassing the Overseer’s daughter? Tell me and I’ll do it. Because there’s nothin’ I can’t stand more than having you see right through me and fucking pretend I’m a piece of shit.”
That caught her attention. The others couldn’t hear him because of the music but she sure did, probably because he was about two inches away from her. He wanted nothing more than to cut her off in what she said next by mashing his mouth on hers and sticking his tongue down her throat just to see how it’d taste. But she muttered something or another and led him away from the small crowd and the few chaperones that lingered outside the doors, out the other door where no one could see them.
“Are you drunk?” She asked him. For the first time in years he saw the concern he’d been striving for and something in him snapped.
He reached for her and kissed her so hard he wanted her daddy to feel it all the way in his office. Their teeth clicked from the sloppiness on his end but he didn’t give two shits. Not when he smelled her all around him like he did back when he sat behind her all those years ago and when he finally got to bury his nose in her neck and put his mouth on her, lapping at the sweat that already beaded up near the junction of her jaw and ear. He nudged his knee between her legs and grinded hard against the sweet mound that rested there, pinning her against the wall with both hands splayed above her head so that she was caged and all his, finally, lips entangled with his and so close she could taste the liquor he downed on an empty stomach just to get the courage to come to this shitty party knowing she’d be here.
But it didn’t go the way he wanted. There were no soft moans against the shell of his ear or hot breath tickling his chin. No strong grips on the collar of his jacket while she pulled him closer and bucked her hips against him in the way he thought about every damned night when he touched himself just to get to sleep. No whispers of his name. No tanned skin busting out of her jumpsuit that he could finally have a taste of, and no encouragement at all from her end.
She went limp. Like a noodle. Didn’t even struggle and hey, he wasn’t into it. No matter how much he kissed and egged her on she didn’t respond. Just turned her head to the side and let him, squeezing her eyes shut and waiting for him to finish. He couldn’t. Not like that, not when it looked like it made her sick and that this was just another way for her to ignore him when he gave her all the signs she needed to move forward.